GILLIE DA KID - I'm Gone lyrics
rate mefeat. Mistah Fab
I got contraband on my whip
15 in my clip, got a pipe line and get shit
You can back the money, go flip, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
I got sour d in my dutch, Hennessy in my cup
Quarter mil in the tub, nigga I ain’t worrying about much
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
Riding dirty, half a brick on roll
Look into my rearview, the go the lot
Step on that gas, man, it’s time to bail
Fuck them crackers, I ain’t going back to jail
I got 25 on my wrist, 40 all on my hip
Couple ounces of… 80 ounces of that piss
Up and leaving, I’m there, off the roads, the air crisp
Ice all on my chain, got these bitches all on my dick
Got that Maserati on Broad Street, 60 …got four seats
God damn, look at …, she can never ever say that boy cheap
Hustle hard, almost there, won’t stop till I’m a millionaire
Give the word, say goodbye to birdies, like a millionaire, I’m riding dirty
I got contraband on my whip
15 in my clip, got a pipe line and get shit
You can back the money, go flip, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
I got sour d in my dutch, Hennessy in my cup
Quarter mil in the tub, nigga I ain’t worrying about much
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
My nigga just got locked up, he gonna make bail
My younglings riding around with their working scale
They say you need it, let that cash be
And they gonna hop in the back and with that bitch up in the back seat
I got hollows up in my Glock, models all in my tuck
Rocks up in my Rollie, naked bitches out in my spot
High of that E, triple stack of Ciroc
Be gone off of that Wii, that … got a nigga rocking
God damn it I’m bad, I’m gone, you hating, you sad
I pull up on them bitches in that wheel, they like what’s that?
That Lambo, god damn though, I did it all for my grams, though
My mama’s house with a box of …
Nigga riding dirty, got contraband
I got contraband on my whip
15 in my clip, got a pipe line and get shit
You can back the money, go flip, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
I got sour d in my dutch, Hennessy in my cup
Quarter mil in the tub, nigga I ain’t worrying about much
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
Real nigga hit the hood and there are hoodies here
Fuck around your homie hoody, you’ll say hoody real
Yeah, I fuck with blunts in the hood with cribs
Real ass nigga, like I’m off the slave ship
Got a dick in my click, nigga, six’s on my whip, nigga
Bounce for all my bitch, she never heard of a nigga without bitch, nigga
Money stack like jingle, life like we’re on Springer
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Snap back to a halo, gun shoot like Halo
Rocking killer zone on that pay roll
Caught tail paying in pesos
Oakland back to Philly, nigga are you silly?
I only fuck with real niggas, why you think I’m here with Gillie?
I got contraband on my whip
15 in my clip, got a pipe line and get shit
You can back the money, go flip, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
I got sour d in my dutch, Hennessy in my cup
Quarter mil in the tub, nigga I ain’t worrying about much
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right
